I've had amazing, helpful reviews so far and it's really helped me with other tributes. I realised the reapings may start getting boring after about the 6th so from 7 to 12 I will be talking about their train rides - obviously explaining their reapings. Keep following and more chapters will be up as soon as possible.

Wren Vinness, 14

I can't sleep at all. I know if I close my eyes, I will see red… just red. Tomorrow is reaping day, which means one unlucky person will be chosen to fight to the death, or in District 3's case, just wait for death to come to you. District 3 hasn't won the Hunger Games for over 25 years. We've never won a Quarter Quell and I doubt we ever will, really. The worst part of it is, this year; you have to rely on your partner to keep the island afloat. Once one of you dies, the island will sink. I guess one good thing from this is the island will only sink after the canon has fired. This will be effective for the bloodbath as the canons don't fire until a couple hours after the bloodbath has finished, giving time for the partner to escape the island.

I am dreading the reaping. I know there aren't many slips with my name on but there is always the chance my name will be picked. I've got three mandatory slips in there because I'm 14 but I've taken out a few tesserae in those three years which will widen my chances of getting reaped. I'm so scared. What if I am actually reaped? I guess I never considered what would happen next. I'd have to train with career tributes – and there are bound to be loads this year as it's a Quarter Quell, I'd have to have an interview in front of Panem and I'd have to kill. That last thought brings tears to my eyes. Why do we have to kill each other? Wouldn't it be easier just to execute us?

Before I know it, the Sun is shining through my windows. I have no curtains, meaning my alarm clock is the Sun. It shines directly into my eyes. I guess the plus side is that I'm never late to school because of it. I get up and have a wash. I cover up my tears with the water. I change into my reaping clothes then go and have breakfast. I may as well be getting served my last district meal.

After breakfast, I kiss my mum goodbye and walk to the signing in desk. Once I'm signed in, I walk over to the 14 year old section. There are so many crying girls next to me. If the escort doesn't arrive soon, I may start crying myself. As I'm thinking that, the escort comes out. Phew! She's so ugly! Especially for the Capitol's standards, although I've never been there, so how can I know what the fashion is? Either way, I'm repulsed. She drones on about the history of Panem. Boring… She finally announces it's time to choose the girl to represent District 3 for this year's Hunger Games. I can feel every girl tensing up. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. But I feel like a knife's been stabbed in my heart after what happens next.

"Wren Vinness," calls the escort. It's me. No. No, no, no. It can't be. My name's only been put in there a few times. I'm frozen. My body won't allow me to move and I agree with it. An aisle is formed right in front of me as girls let me walk to the stage. I see Peacekeepers walk over to me and I realise I have to go with them. There's no other choice. I walk with them up to the stage and stand by the microphone. I feel one tear roll down my face. "Congratulations, Wren. Right, let's choose the boy."

Jiffit Skeeter, 14

"The lucky boy representing District 3 in this year's Hunger Games is..." I must have blacked out. I didn't even hear who it was. I look to the stage and no-one's there. How peculiar. I budge my mate and ask him who was called.

He looks at me with tears rolling down his face. It must have been one of our friends. He breaks down, but not before attempting to point at me. My heart feels like it's dropped below the ground. It can't be me. I look around and everyone's staring at me. My name's only been in there three times because it's mandatory. I haven't taken out any tesserae so how could it be me? I feel like I'm going to throw up everything I've eaten, ever.

I'm escorted to the stage and am turned to face the crowd. I can't see any of them because the Sun is directly in my eyes. Thank goodness. I don't think I could stand looking at anyone right now, especially my parents.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes for the 125th annual Hunger Games! Wren Viness and Jiffit Skeeter." I'm taken into a room in the Justice Building and that when it all hits me. I've just been reaped for the Hunger Games. I've just been given a time limit for the rest of my life. I'll be dead within 3 weeks. I'll never see my family again. I'll never get to have my first kiss. I'll never get to - Blecch! I knew I would throw up sooner or later. Lucky I didn't do it in front of Panem.

The door bursts open and I'm instantly covered in four pairs of arms. My mother, father, and my two older brothers are here to say goodbye. While my dad's asking for a peacekeeper to clean up the mess I've made, my mother is pretty much strangling me and won't let go. She's crying so much that she can't speak. Even my brothers are trying to hold back tears. We don't say much because we're all crying. The peacekeeper comes in struggling to tell my family time's up.

"I really hope you win, kid," he says with a trembling lip, "this is my first year as peacekeeper and it's so hard. I'm rooting for you, kid." How nice. This actually gives me hope.

My friend walks in crying. He's set me off again. I tell him I'll come back and share my winner's privileges with him. He nods in agreement, then is told to leave. I'm alone, now, just waiting for my end.